Paroles de Hate A Small Town
Somebody's burning up a big brush pileSomebody's cutting their grass
Somebody's planting them front porch flowers
Somebody's digging up the past
I mean, ooh, it's hard to hate a small town
Peach pie cooling off by her sink
Hummingbird floating 'round her dive spot
She's too old to be pullin' them weeds
So the neighbor's kids do it 'cause they're raised right
I mean, ooh, it's hard to hate a small town
Yes, it is
It's hard to hate them two-lane roads on a harvest moon
F150 feelin' bulletproof
Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek
And the miles and miles of cottonwood trees
Find a pull off spot where you can park
Fall in love, and break a heart
Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about
It's hard to hate a small town
That good ole boys football game's the only thing to do on Fridays
It's hard to hate them two-lane roads on a harvest moon
F150 feelin' bulletproof
Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek
And the miles and miles of cottonwood trees
Find a pull off spot where you can park
Fall in love, and break a heart
Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about
It's hard to hate a small town
Somebody's shining up a long black hearse
Somebody's 'bout to get buried
Somebody's ringing that old church bell
Looks like they just got married
I mean, ooh
It's hard to hate them two-lane roads on a harvest moon
F150 feelin' bulletproof
Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek
And the miles and miles of cottonwood trees
Find a pull off spot where you can park
Fall in love, and break a heart
Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about
Lord, it's hard to hate a small town
Yes, it is
It's hard to hate a small town
